Chapter 109: "Ji Xian, You Are Worthless"

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At ten o’clock in the evening, the rain poured down in torrents, and the entire world felt heavy and oppressive.
Lightning cut across the sky like sharp blades, followed moments later by thunderclaps that roared deafeningly.
After parting ways, each person happily returned home, even posting numerous updates on social media.
Qin Yichi held up a large umbrella, wrapping his arm around Qiao Zhen’s waist as they walked back. A faint smile played on his lips, his voice deep and melodious:
“Are you really going to sleep at my place tonight?”
No sooner had he spoken than another bolt of thunder cracked, fiercer than before, as if it would shatter the entire sky, causing Qiao Zhen to shudder in fright.
The thought of the ghost drifting upside down sent chills down her spine. She sniffed and replied with a hint of grievance:
“Of course it’s true… Don’t you welcome me?”
Qin Yichi’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he fought to suppress the wild grin tugging at his mouth. He tightened his embrace and bent to plant a kiss on the left side of her face:
“Warmly welcomed. I wish I could stuff you into a sack every day and just shove you right into my home.”
He longed to hold her every night, to pin her down on the bed and kiss her fiercely.
Qiao Zhen rubbed her left cheek: “...Pervert, why do you always sneak up on me like that?”
She hadn’t been prepared at all—still thinking about ghosts—when he suddenly kissed her, nearly scaring her to death.
Before she could react, Qin Yichi pecked her cheek again, unabashed:
“What’s wrong with sneaking a kiss on my girlfriend?”
Qiao Zhen muttered in dissatisfaction, “Like a mosquito.”
Last time, her neck, collarbone, even chest were covered in red marks—very conspicuous and glaring—which took a couple of days to fade.
Luckily, her roommates didn’t notice; otherwise, she would have been mortified enough to disappear underground.
Feigning anger, Qiao Zhen gave him a glare.
But Qin Yichi found her utterly adorable, pinching her cheek as his mood brightened further.
Before they started dating, he liked Qiao Zhen deeply—down to his bones. Now that they were together, he felt no weariness; instead, he loved her even more.
Every day, his affection grew just a little bit more.
The night was thick and dense like ink, streetlights casting faint white glows that seemed even dimmer under the relentless rain. The entire city lay shrouded beneath the curtain of rain.

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As they reached the community gate, suddenly a familiar voice called out from behind like it had discovered a treasure:
“Qiao Zhen! Qiao Zhen…”
Qin Yichi turned around, and the smile in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by alertness and disdain.
Qiao Zhen stopped too, turning instinctively, her gaze filled with a strange emotion.
Ji Xian stood there holding an umbrella, lips pale, dark circles under his eyes, his entire spirit utterly exhausted, as if he might collapse at any moment.
His demeanor was nothing like the aloof, untouchable figure he once was.
Now he was completely unhinged, lacking any semblance of composure or dignity. His face was haggard and weary, his eyes bloodshot with terrifying red veins, as if they might bleed at any second.
The cold, noble facade he had maintained for years shattered in an instant.
A pitiful mess.
But when he fixed his gaze on Qiao Zhen, suddenly a brilliant light flickered in his eyes.
Qiao Zhen instinctively linked her arm through Qin Yichi’s, shrinking into his warm embrace.
Qin Yichi gently patted her back to soothe her while issuing a warning:
“Didn’t I make it clear last time?”
Ji Xian ignored his ridicule, hearing nothing but Qiao Zhen in his heart and eyes. He didn’t dare to blink, as if completely possessed.
His hands gripped a bag tightly. Hastily unzipping it as if offering his heart, his hoarse voice trembled:
“Qiao Zhen, I… I know today is your birthday. I prepared many gifts for you: diamonds, jewels, pearls…”
Inside the bag, various necklaces and crowns sparkled brilliantly, dazzling and enchanting, clearly of great value at first glance.
Clutching the bag like a lifeline, Ji Xian looked up with hope. But the next moment, he froze stiff in place.
Qiao Zhen’s eyes were calm and unruffled, showing no reaction.
She simply watched his performance quietly, as if observing a stranger’s strange act.
Buzzing filled Ji Xian’s ears. Even if he tore out his own heart, Qiao Zhen would not stir in the slightest.
His chest churned with countless emotions, making it hard to speak or even breathe. His eyes were bloodshot, his tone humble:
“Zhenzhen, you… don’t you like it? Haven’t you always loved these things?”

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But Qiao Zhen simply cast him a calm glance, saying nothing, as if watching a strange animal perform.
At that moment, Ji Xian’s eyes suddenly welled with tears, his vision blurred.
He thought about his past self, and about his previous life.
No matter how expectant or nervous Qiao Zhen looked at him, he had always been cold and expressionless, never speaking, always needing her to coax and cherish him.
So this was the heart-wrenching pain?
The boomerang stabbed deeply, as if countless sharp shards tore into his chest, penetrating to the bone, each breath stabbing with agonizing pain, unbearable to endure.
Ji Xian panicked completely, his face pale as paper, lips trembling, stubbornly insisting:
“Then! Whatever you like, whatever you want, I’ll buy it all for you, okay?”
Rain hammered heavily on the umbrella, producing a dull sound, splashing water on the ground, composing a stirring melody.
Qiao Zhen watched his careful, ingratiating, and submissive manner, her eyes calm as still water, without a ripple.
So Ji Xian did know that March 30 was her birthday after all.
She tightened her grip on Qin Yichi’s arm, her voice steady and deliberate:
“Very cheap.”
No sooner had she spoken than Ji Xian’s expression grew even more flustered; stabbed by her words, he took a step back: “No…”
Hurriedly, he pulled out a pigeon blood ruby bracelet, mumbling softly:
“How could it be cheap? This was three million dollars at a charity auction—”
“You’re the one who’s cheap,” Qiao Zhen interrupted him sharply.
Ji Xian was clearly stunned, looking up in confusion as the last strained nerve in his brain snapped.
He completely lost control. His eyes flooded with blood, pleading pitifully, stammering and choking back tears like a child caught in the wrong:
“Zhenzhen, I’m sincere now. Please forgive me, okay? Forgive me… I won’t let anyone bully you anymore. It really was my fault before. Now it’s my turn to chase you—please give me one more chance!”